Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

Xiaoyu only saw Yang Jian's body limp in Zhan Zhao's embrace, his body was covered in blood stains, his mind suddenly became impulsive, and he couldn't care less about hiding anything, and with a long chant, the sword light immediately pulled away, like a thunderbolt and lightning His neighing swept over those rats!Those few were also startled, they rushed to support each other and didn't care to hide it, they all used their means to block Xiaoyu's offensive forcefully.

Xiaoyu's eyes were flushed anxiously, and a bloody smell rushed to her eyelids, and the powdery face was about to release her real body in anger to clean up these bastards who didn't know what to do—

Suddenly, at noon, the sky was clear and the cloudless stalls began to be clouded and foggy. A thick layer of dark clouds rolled over the sky and filled the sky with a fishy smell. For a while, the sky was dark and the wind was strong, and the grass and trees that had just turned green were all pushed down by the wind. The branches and leaves were blown up, and the entire ruined village was filled with dust——Mu let out a yell and remembered: "The bastard that came out of nowhere dared to hurt my brother, take his life first!" There was a sound, and those dazed and looking around suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke on the spot, and when Xiaoyu looked at it again, they all turned into a small pile of powder, and nothing was left when the wind blew.

Just as he was amazed, a young man in red was standing in front of him, staring at Xiaoyu and frowning: "How did you do it? You made your uncle hurt so badly?!"

Xiaoyu suddenly came back to her senses, turned around and ran to Yang Jian's side without thinking about talking to him in detail, Yang Jian's face was pale and his breath was weak, only the blood gurgling from his chest was still overflowing when his chest heaved.

Xiaoyu's tears came all at once, and there was a ravine on her small face, but she didn't even care to wipe it off. She carefully touched Yang Jian's wound, but she didn't know how to treat it. With tears in her eyes, she looked back at the red Seeing him standing in front of Yang Jian frowning, Xiaoyu called out "Uncle!" in pain, and burst into tears.

Hearing Xiaoyu's cry, Yang Jian opened his eyes slightly, but his vision was blurred. He vaguely saw a red figure squatting in front of him. When Xiaoyu cried "uncle", he knew that it was Little Golden Crow. What did he want to say? But unable to export.

Little Jinwu looked at Xiaoyu and then at Zhan Zhao, both of them had tears in their eyes, they couldn't tell whether it was from anxiety or pain.

Zhan Zhao heard Xiaoyu call someone to be his "cousin", and looked at his eyebrows, which seemed to be somewhat similar to Yang Jian, but the raised eyebrows showed more arrogance and domineering.I felt a little relieved, thinking that since the person who came here was Yang Jian's relative, he must know the exercises Yang Jian had learned, so he would definitely be able to save Yang Jian's life.

Little Jinwu stretched out his hand to probe Yang Jian's wound, and muttered in a low voice: "My body doesn't even know how to be sympathetic, you deserve this disaster, I'm not I was told by your sword that I rushed here, which one is now?" Can protect you well?! You see that all around you are crying dizzy, but none of them have made up their minds!"

Xiaoyu listened to him muttering endlessly, but didn't start to treat him, and suddenly got angry and didn't pay attention to etiquette, and shouted loudly: "Since you have come, why are you talking about these things? If you can't save him Uncle hastened to get out, I'm going to find my mother right now!"

Seeing Xiaoyu being so rude, Zhan Zhao felt anxious again, finally seeing Shuguang, don't be offended by Xiaoyu's words, looking at the young man with cold eyes, he doesn't seem like a talkative person, but he can't tell if Xiaoyu is here, In a panic, he hugged Yang Jian subconsciously. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Yang Jian's body was gradually getting colder. He was at a loss and just looked at Xiaoyu and Xiao Jinwu, speechless.

Being held tightly by Zhan Zhao's arm, Yang Jian's sanity was a little clear. Seeing that the little golden crow was approaching in front of him, he barely lifted his strength and endured the dull pain in his lungs. Those who come to criticize me should save the province..."

Little Jinwu's mind was tightened by his nonchalant tone, and he pulled Yang Jian resentfully, Zhan Zhao felt that Yang Jian had already reached Little Jinwu's hands as soon as he loosened his arms, and eagerly stepped forward with his sword in his backhand. Jin Wu sneered and said: "Don't do those useless exercises, you can't do one trick under my hands with your skills - even if I come, I can let him do it!" As he said, his fingers flew to seal the important acupoints on Yang Jian's chest. Then the thug hugged Yang Jian in his arms, and handed it to Zhan Zhao, who was dazed aside, bitterly, and said, "Take care of him, I'll find someone who can cure him."

Seeing that Yang Jian's expression relaxed, and the wound was no longer bleeding, Xiaoyu immediately felt relieved, and hurriedly wiped her tears with her sleeve, and said: "If you need to run errands, just tell me, uncle, you stay with uncle. It’s good to have someone to take care of.”

Little Jinwu pouted, and said: "What? Didn't you rush me to get out just now? Why did you call your cousin again? Seeing that I was still useful, you used words to coax me, but you don't know that I hold a grudge! "

Xiaoyu stepped forward and tugged at Little Jinwu's hand with some trembling, and said: "I lost my mind in a hurry and talked nonsense, cousin don't care about my junior, we are always for uncle, right?"

Hearing Xiaoyu carried Yang Jian out, Xiao Jinwu pushed her hand away, and sighed: "It's not that I don't want to treat him, it's because I practiced different exercises from him, his internal energy is seriously injured now, if I casually push my strength into him Of course, you know someone who can save him, but it is convenient for me to find him." He rolled his eyes to the sky and said no more.

Xiaoyu understood a little bit in her heart, looked at Yang Jian, still worried, and said, "How long can you stop the bleeding with acupuncture?"

Little Golden Crow sighed: "It's enough to wait for me to come back."

Xiaoyu stopped talking, and Xiao Jinwu didn't waste any more time. He turned around and was about to leave, but Yang Jian grabbed his sleeves. When he looked back, Yang Jian had already opened his eyes, and his gaze had become sharp, saying: "You How do you know that I am in trouble here? Could it be that you are watching me all the time? "

Little Golden Crow snorted, "So what if I want to monitor you all the time?"

Yang Jian said: "It's not easy for me to come out this trip. If I still have to be stared at by such eyes, then I dare not accept your favor." Yang Jian's voice was low and firm and blunt. Big really say it and make it.He had no choice but to swallow and said: "I'm too busy to have any free time, you see—" After speaking, Xiao Jinwu held the "Chi" sword that had been stuck in the ground with his backhand and pulled it out slightly to look at it, saying: " It sucked your essence and blood and brought your vigor, wishing to protect you well, a wave of anger soared to the sky, I naturally sensed it..." He didn't go into details, Yang Jian already understood everything, seeing himself spitting The blood on the sword has been completely absorbed by the white blade, thinking that this is the magic soldier above the heaven, and there is also a connection with his mind.

Little Jinwu watched Yang Jian let go of his hand slowly, and let out a long breath, and said: "It's cloudy, it might rain soon, you hurry up and find a place to stay, I'll go back." Zhang away, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhan Zhao couldn't help being speechless.

Suddenly he felt his arm sinking, he hurriedly withdrew his mind and hugged Yang Jian tightly. He saw that Yang Jian was slender and strong, but he didn't expect it to be heavy. Zhan Zhao weighed it as if he was about the same weight as himself, so it didn't take much effort to hug him.It's just that he is afraid that if he can't grasp the strength of his subordinates, Yang Jian will be uncomfortable, and it is a bit difficult to hold the posture.

Xiaoyu blew a whistle, and the sound of horseshoes came, but before it stopped, Bao Zheng had already lifted the curtain of the car and poked his head out.

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